Like so many people, I was stunned and saddened by the death of Anthony Bourdain on June 8. And, if only to assuage my own mourning, I felt I had to do something to honor his life that day. So I took off on my lunch break and brought a bottle of Chianti to Brasserie Les Halles on Park Avenue and 29th Street. Now shuttered but still unreplaced, the restaurant was where Bourdain used to be chef. It was also where, back in the late 1990s, my father and I would often enjoy Sunday brunch of pied de cochon with mustard, one of the many delights of Bourdain’s menu and one of our favorite things in the city. The flowers were just beginning to appear. Photo and text by Howard Chua-Eoan